Like always, hearing Takeshi laugh like that- bright and bubbling and genuine- makes Tsuna's heart threaten to flutter right out of his chest. He laughs along just from the allure of it, one of the things he loves most about Takeshi. It sweeps him off his feet.
"Nooo~ooo!" He protests still chuckling and making the sound distort. "It's her wish! She said I'm too messy, and then she won janken against Hayato for the right."
He finishes the food, crunching the wrapper in his free hand not around Tsuna's waist.
“Oh, so that’s how it happened. Well, I could have told you guys not to try and beat Kyo-chan at janken, although I think Hayato would have been ten times messier.” His eyes glitter with old memories. “Do you remember that time in middle school, when his idea to find that old time capsule was to just set off dynamite everywhere?”
Wiggling his fingers into Takeshi’s grip, he tries to grab the crumpled up paper from it. Now to find a trash can…. There’s one up the street they’re going down, but it’d be too easy to just dump their garbage into it while passing. Instead, Tsuna says, “I bet you can’t throw these into that trash can over there.”
"Ahahaha, Hayato's argument was that he'd blow them up so well there would be nothing left." Takeshi's head falls back as he keeps laughing. "I remember! He's gotten much better at problem solving on the fly!"
The challenge makes him pause, and his arm tightens around Tsuna's waist. "Tsuna, you should know better." He plucks the wrappers away from his hand and leans in, sealing their mouths together before there's a coil of tension across his chest and arm, and a release. He makes the basket while still kissing Tsuna.
Oh. Yep, it’s still as attractive as ever, and Tsuna doesn’t (and couldn’t) hide the shiver that goes through him as Takeshi holds him tight in a crushing kiss. He sinks against him comfortably, glad that his small size lets him feel so nice and secure against his lover. When they finally break the kiss, he’s not looking repentant at all. In fact, he looks dreadfully pleased with himself.
Takeshi's grin is sharper than it was as a child, smirking and a little cocky to an outsider that wouldn't know to look for the softness around his eyes as he looks down at Tsuna. It's still blindingly bright.
"If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked. For today, at least, you're my cute girlfriend and I get to answer all your wishes."
“But there’s no fun in that!” For all that he’s saying, however, Tsuna’s exceptionally pleased about the fact that he is Takeshi’s cute girlfriend who gets to have whatever he likes. His days off can be rare things and often restricted due to whatever nonsense is going on in the underworld at any given time, so having this and Takeshi’s words be true…
“Besides, you like it too, having a reason to just swoop in. I know you.”
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"Just Kyo-chan, huh? Are you being lazy?"
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He finishes the food, crunching the wrapper in his free hand not around Tsuna's waist.
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Wiggling his fingers into Takeshi’s grip, he tries to grab the crumpled up paper from it. Now to find a trash can…. There’s one up the street they’re going down, but it’d be too easy to just dump their garbage into it while passing. Instead, Tsuna says, “I bet you can’t throw these into that trash can over there.”
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The challenge makes him pause, and his arm tightens around Tsuna's waist. "Tsuna, you should know better." He plucks the wrappers away from his hand and leans in, sealing their mouths together before there's a coil of tension across his chest and arm, and a release. He makes the basket while still kissing Tsuna.
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“I do know better. That’s why I said it.”
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"If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked. For today, at least, you're my cute girlfriend and I get to answer all your wishes."
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“Besides, you like it too, having a reason to just swoop in. I know you.”